Oh, you're absolutely right.

There is nothing more beautiful than a body being used to good purpose.

I see where you're coming from on this, and I had to think about it for a second but:

yep! I have no idea if they count as blue or green or what.

Body policing has triggered a relapse of my eating disorder. This isn't about thin or fat shaming. Or some competition between two groups of women. It's about the ownership of women's bodies.

I met a German girl who seemed surprised that band, art, and theater were classes. she was used to a shorter school day that focused on academics, and students took part in clubs after school for extracurriculars. that seems like a good system.

this may or may not make you feel better, but my high school was like that. except for one detail: schedules revolved around marching band. and our theater brought in almost as much from ticket sales as it cost to run. teachers frequently complained that the arts ran the school and wet didn't focus enough on sports.…

I'm thinking distancing and dehumanizing language. I would watch the video to hear intonation... but...I don't wanna listen to him.

This was told to our class as well. (As well as other STD viruses.) And stupid me, I believed it for years. I even had unprotected sex with new partners because I was on birth control and I thought condoms wouldn't help at all. It's a miracle I didn't get something.

I smoke, and am very conscious of disposal. (Because my dogs are weird and will eat cigarettes left on the ground.) And I've noticed the same things with my friends. Standing in a triangle of ashtrays, throw butts on the ground. I call them out on it, and usually they're just so unaware that they've done it. Smoking…

And you got my reaction spot-on! I'm pretty sure I made that exact face.

Mine is accurate enough, that it shows me how far away I am from my "starting point." (My bedroom.) I looked at the location data for the last month I had it on, and it showed the saddest little back-and-forth scribble that was me walking from the bedroom, to my office, to the back patio for a smoke, back to the…

I once had a short, ivory/white lace sundress. In MY mind, it made me look fresh, summery and went great with my shoes. I wore it on a first date with a guy I barely knew. And apparently I didn't look like I thought I did.

I had to turn off my version of this while I was unemployed because it was just too damn depressing. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW HOW MANY DAYS IT'S BEEN SINCE I LEFT THE HOUSE.

I was just having this argument with a close friend the other day. My sister and I are both adopted, and look literally nothing alike. She's Hawaiian, I'm German. She has a warm skin tone, I'm cool, etc, etc.
My friend said "My brother and I look nothing alike! Just like being adopted!" And I rolled my eyes at her…

I understand now, thank you. But this is my problem with Moffat. He mishandled female characters during his run, and I'm afraid of what he would do with a female doctor. I can hope, however, that the other writers would keep it under control.

Thank you so much for the explanation! I had no idea the issue was that complex (which just speaks to the travesty of US education.) I think my afternoon project will be reading up on Australian history.

You have just made my day! And, FYI, I now have a picture in my head of President Obama who's a nice cotton-poly blend. (I have a very literal imagination.)

A relative literally said to me that Obama was a "Muslin." And I spent the rest of the conversation laughing to myself over the mental image of a president made out of cheap cotton fabric. (Maybe then he'd be white enough for them?) When asked what I was laughing about, I said "Our president would shrink in the wash.…

I'm not sure I understand what you mean...